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er war ein hohes junges oysterman
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse
von Song und Traum für überhaupt gegangen
glooms der Lebeneichen
ich bildete ein Versprechen einmal, eins nur
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
herauf von den Süden am Bruch des Tages
wir waren nicht viele

 



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